Zhao Yun snapped out of her daze and didn't dare to look at Ling Ye Lai's delicate little feet again. However, she kept blaming herself in her heart. "What's wrong with me? Damn it! "
At this moment, the Seven Treasure Lotus Platform flew rapidly towards the southwest of Lingyun Temple. Zhao Yun suddenly remembered that her senior brother was still waiting for her outside the Martial Arts Practice Hall. With her senior brother's impatient temperament, he must be very impatient after such a long time. If she didn't explain the situation to him, she was afraid that he would get angry.
Zhao Yun hurriedly said, "Sect Master, I need to return to the Martial Arts Practice Hall."
Ling Ye Lai frowned. "Since you are my guest disciple, you should call me Master. Why are you going back? "
"My senior brother is still waiting for me. I have to tell him."
Ling Ye Lai waved her sleeves and said in dissatisfaction, "What a busybody." The Seven Treasure Lotus Platform turned around and headed towards the Martial Arts Practice Hall.
Zhao Yun didn't expect Ling Ye Lai to return just like that. She was caught off guard and was teased by the Lotus Platform's inertia. She tilted and her head fell on Ling Ye Lai's little feet.
Immediately, a feeling of ecstasy assaulted her heart. Zhao Yun was so scared that her soul flew to the nine heavens. She hurriedly moved her head away from the fragrant soft jade and didn't dare to look at Ling Ye Lai.
Ling Ye Lai didn't say anything this time. She understood that Zhao Yun didn't do it on purpose.
After a while, they saw the majestic building of the Martial Arts Practice Hall. As they approached the Seven Treasure Lotus Platform, the Duobao's tall body became more conspicuous.
Zhao Yun shouted, "Senior Brother, I'm here. On your head, yes. I've entered the inner hall! "
The Duobao waited bitterly and almost went crazy. At this moment, hearing Zhao Yun's voice was no different from the most beautiful music in the world. He raised his big hands high and waved them in the air. His mouth was mumbling, expressing his joy.
Zhao Yun understood that he was congratulating her. She turned to Ling Ye Lai and said, "Master, can you lower the lotus platform? I have something to say to Senior Brother. "
Ling Ye Lai frowned and said, "What's there to talk about with a big guy? His voice could be heard clearly on the Lotus Platform. Hurry up and finish your words. We'll head back right away. "
Under the control of Ling Ye Lai, the Seven Treasures Lotus Throne stayed five feet above the Duobao's head and refused to descend any further.
Zhao Yun was helpless and could only shout to Duobao: "Senior Brother, I can't go to Linye Island today. Go back and report to Master that I have lived up to his expectations and have entered the Qinglian Sect. Oh, right, you must tell Master that he will always be my good Master! I'll return to the island when I'm free. "
Duobao asked, "Junior Brother, where are you going? Why don't you go back? If you don't go back, Master will blame me! Junior Brother! Junior Brother! Don't go. "
It turned out that Ling Ye Lai did not allow them to waste any more time. He had already activated his vital energy and the Seven Treasures Lotus Throne flew away like an arrow. Duobao yelled and chased after him with all his might. He ran along the main road. Although his divine power was amazing, he was still a human. How could he compare to an immortal's treasure?
After a while, Zhao Yun could no longer see Duobao's figure. She blamed Ling Ye Lai for being so heartless and snorted to vent her dissatisfaction.
Ling Ye's cherry lips parted slightly as he said with a smile, "Are you blaming me?"
Zhao Yun was furious. She looked straight at Ling Ye Lai and said angrily, "That's right. What right do you have to stop us from talking? "In his eyes, there was no longer Ling Ye Lai's breathtaking beauty. There was only resentment towards her. Compared to Wang Lang, this kind of master was not just a little bit inferior.
It was too late for Zhao Yun to regret. She secretly hated herself for kneeling down and worshipping her as her Master.
Ling Ye Lai's mouth moved and sighed. She stretched out a hand and pointed at Zhao Yun's chest. "If you can't even let go of your lust, how can you learn immortal techniques? Your Dao heart is not clear yet, and it is in vain. The mortal world is nothing but an illusion. I want you to be firm in your immortal heart. Only then can you become successful. "
Zhao Yun was so angry that she laughed. "Hehe, that's nice to hear. Even you, Master, can be unmoved by your emotions? Can you be unmoved by honor and disgrace? I just looked at you a few more times, and I was scolded severely. In my opinion, Master's cultivation of the heart is not good enough. "
This reprimand really poked Ling Ye Lai's sore spot. In fact, Ling Ye Lai was only nineteen years old. No matter how pure her heart was and how she cultivated her lotus heart, how could her innate young girl's temperament be so easily removed? In fact, she tried her best to appear solemn and indifferent in front of everyone, but in her heart, she still had the feelings of a young girl.
The words she used to teach Zhao Yun were actually what her Master, Daoist Zihui, had told her in the past. At this time, she was just following the script, but she did not expect to provoke Zhao Yun's counterattack.
How could a disciple criticize their Master when they had just entered the sect? Ling Ye Lai's delicate body trembled slightly, and her expression turned cold. Just as she was about to flare up, she suddenly realized, "If I look angry, wouldn't I be confirming this brat's nonsense? How can I let the younger generation see me as a joke? "She hurriedly used her mental cultivation method to maintain her calm, and returned to her indifferent attitude of not caring about anything.
Ling Ye Lai had never accepted a disciple, and she did not know how to teach. Moreover, she had little experience. Although she tried her best to pretend to be mature, it was just a facade.
Ling Ye Lai had a natural cold temperament. She was as elegant and refined as a green lotus, and people did not dare to look up to her. However, her disciple was Zhao Yun, a young man who refused to lower his head and was only loyal to his heart.
Zhao Yun raised her head and said firmly, "I will not forget the mortal world, and I will remember deep feelings. I am not willing to give up my seven emotions and six desires for the Immortal Dao. "
Ling Ye Lai sneered, "Childish! Ridiculous! You haven't even touched the corner of the Immortal Dao, and you're talking nonsense about whether you're willing or not. Let me ask you, why do you want to cultivate? "
Why do I want to cultivate?
Images flashed through Zhao Yun's mind, but in the end, it stopped in the midst of the grief of her parents' tragic death in the raging fire. She said hatefully, "For revenge!"
Ling Ye Lai was shocked when she heard the determination in Zhao Yun's tone. At this time, she reminded herself to maintain a respectful attitude. She remained calm and said faintly, "Then what about after revenge?"
After revenge? Zhao Yun had never thought about this question, and was stunned for a moment.
His fate could be said to have changed completely after Wutong massacred the Zhao Family Village. Before that, he had a happy family. He played with swords and spears every day, and his life was stable and happy. He had never thought about what he wanted to do in his life. He had never had lofty goals or ambitions.
Ever since his family was destroyed, learning skills and taking revenge occupied Zhao Yun's heart. It supported Zhao Yun to walk through difficulties and obstacles.
"If I can take revenge, what do I want to do?"
Zhao Yun deliberately asked himself this question, but he was at a loss. He actually did not know what to do! He did not have any goals at all!
Some people want to stand out, some want fame and wealth, some want to comprehend the Heavenly Dao, and some want to pursue the limits of cultivation. But what about me? If I can take revenge, what do I want to do?
Ling Ye Lai sat cross-legged quietly and did not ask any more questions. She let Zhao Yun fall into deep thought. The Seven Treasures Lotus Platform moved quickly. The green-clothed girl's clothes fluttered in the wind. She was like a fairy painting.
A graceful figure suddenly appeared in Zhao Yun's mind. It was his Sister Miao, whom he missed all the time.
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